[ Magic. Is actually why he uses that word. Potion can be positive or negative. Something to heal. Something to kill, it's just a concoction of ingredients but with magic added into the mix to make it more potent.

He looks relieved when she puts hers back, and even though he disagrees after, it isn't true is it? He's trying to take her place. ] Well I wouldn't say... playing a hero but. [ A laugh follows, awkward because he has no idea how she thinks she'll help when he starts choking. ]

Alright. I guess I can't say no to that.

[ He reaches out then for the one she took. She said it was her favourite colour, right? She seemed more confident when she opened it so...




Maybe he'll be okay. ] Here we go. [ He gives her a wide smile then, knocking it back in one go. Bravery or stupidity? Take your pick.

He wasn't kidding though, even as the liquid spreads and his pupils dilate. It's like he's cold as ice, breath coming out as vapour. His skin even seems to be slowly lining with frost making it difficult to move. Still, he shivers, fingers finally dropping the bottle from freezing up. ]

Guess that wasn't the right one. [ He can still move, he thinks, but it's difficult. At least he can laugh about it??? ]